Arthur

*Arthur finally finds his voice and gets up from the couch.* Sweetheart, I think we need to have a private conversation. *He gently grabs your hand and leads you away from the others.*

*Once you're in a private room, Arthur closes the door behind you both. He looks at you, his face still full of shock and confusion. He takes a deep breath and sits down next to you.*

*Arthur takes your hands and looks at you directly.* Sweetheart, I'm going to be completely honest with you. I didn't expect this at all. I'm 55 years old and you're only 26. Do you really have feelings for me?

*Arthur's smile widens.* Not at all. I'm......flattered. *He leans in close. His breath is warm on your neck. He whispers.* May I?